Poems about Addiction
#addiction
Poetry about addiction to drugs or alcohol, and the effects of addiction on friends, family and relationships. Here you'll find poems tackling addiction to a range of behaviours and substances including smoking, drinking, prescription drugs and recreational drugs.
Her
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 3:09am
10th Feb 2025 3:09am
Unholy
It’s unholy
How I lose myself
Consumed by the fire in dark, yet vacant eyes
The heat of skin
Possessed by all that we become
I don’t wait
For a gentle love that doesn’t exist
But this
The raging tide that pulls me under
This is my forever
The only way they know how to love
It’s unholy
How they seem to know me wholly
My fingernails digging in their backs
My teeth buried in their shoulders
While they are buried deep inside my untamed heart
Complicated edges soothe ...
How I lose myself
Consumed by the fire in dark, yet vacant eyes
The heat of skin
Possessed by all that we become
I don’t wait
For a gentle love that doesn’t exist
But this
The raging tide that pulls me under
This is my forever
The only way they know how to love
It’s unholy
How they seem to know me wholly
My fingernails digging in their backs
My teeth buried in their shoulders
While they are buried deep inside my untamed heart
Complicated edges soothe ...
#addiction
#erotic
#lust #passion
#lust #passion
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 1:59am
10th Feb 2025 1:59am
Broken soul
Exiled into darkness
Imprisoned inside myself
Hollow heart where
No light is left
I guess it's for the best
I'm not giving up, I'm giving in
Now it's time to retreat
To the devil that lies within
Watch myself decay
With noone to save me now
No more rules or laws
No more breaking useless vows
I'll just slip quietly away
Noone to notice or care
A broken soul
Lying withered and bare
Imprisoned inside myself
Hollow heart where
No light is left
I guess it's for the best
I'm not giving up, I'm giving in
Now it's time to retreat
To the devil that lies within
Watch myself decay
With noone to save me now
No more rules or laws
No more breaking useless vows
I'll just slip quietly away
Noone to notice or care
A broken soul
Lying withered and bare
#addiction
#alcohol
#despair
#emptiness
#sadness
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Ambjr
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 00:34am
10th Feb 2025 00:34am
blue pen trepanation
I drill blue holes into bone white silence
givin thoughts space to bleed
into the shadowed margins
of what I claim to be poetry
my skull splits…fractures spreadin
hemorrhagin pools of midnight ink
fillin cracks with poisoned secrets
that taste like bottom shelf salvation
the pen bores deeper than faith
thru layers of rot
where confession turns septic
in rivers of borrowed peace
lettin my demons leak out
thru ballpoint trepanation
with blue stained fingers
and scattered pages
givin thoughts space to bleed
into the shadowed margins
of what I claim to be poetry
my skull splits…fractures spreadin
hemorrhagin pools of midnight ink
fillin cracks with poisoned secrets
that taste like bottom shelf salvation
the pen bores deeper than faith
thru layers of rot
where confession turns septic
in rivers of borrowed peace
lettin my demons leak out
thru ballpoint trepanation
with blue stained fingers
and scattered pages
#addiction
#bipolar
#depression
60 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:03pm
9th Feb 2025 9:03pm
your tongue could make angels fall
I went from feeling bad
to feeling worse
I can't rip this darkness out
out of me
You kiss me like I'm heaven
touch my body
like you were born to be
on your knees for me
I'm a goddess again
under the rough praise
of your fingertips
You fuck like it's your job
to make angels fall
you see the divine in me
when I only see the filth
I let you rip me apart
with your delicate violence
until I cease to exist
and in that pure moment of pleasure
I'm as divine as...
to feeling worse
I can't rip this darkness out
out of me
You kiss me like I'm heaven
touch my body
like you were born to be
on your knees for me
I'm a goddess again
under the rough praise
of your fingertips
You fuck like it's your job
to make angels fall
you see the divine in me
when I only see the filth
I let you rip me apart
with your delicate violence
until I cease to exist
and in that pure moment of pleasure
I'm as divine as...
#addiction
#dark
#lover #sex
#lover #sex
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8 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
I’m a loser baby
I liked myself better
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
#addiction
#depression
#disappointment #music
#disappointment #music
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10 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
Nameless
They placed their hands upon my skin,
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
#addiction
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
7th Feb 2025 3:32pm
blood and ink/monster and poet 2
don't pretend
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
pretty words could wash the blood
from your hands
like they could erase the rage
and the moments you chose violence
to feel somethin
to prove that
you weren't fuckin empty
yes…there are echos here
where anger sometimes lives
but…
shut up…
how bout the mirror
that you shattered
just to feel the sting
of broken glass
how bout the way
you'd scream into pillows
tryin to drown out
the sounds in your head
how bout the ways
you would beg darkness
to swallow you ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #PersonalGrowth
#healing #PersonalGrowth
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veins_of_shame
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 2:47pm
7th Feb 2025 2:47pm
Dope You Know?
Here I am no surprise, checked into rehab again
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the...
fucked around and thought the drugs were my one and only friend.
Yet they left me so empty and sicker as can be
clouded my judgement, made it impossible to see.
That this addiction wants me till I'm blue and dead
it will NEVER let me go, just like they always said.
Bag after bag I shoot, hit after hit after hit
to the point where I'm nodding like a zombie and can't stop smoking this fuckin shit.
Numbing the pain and all the feelings I hate
letting the drugs take me down continuously taking the...
#addiction
#courage
#heroin
#hope
#inspirational
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Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
7th Feb 2025 5:23am
Vestige
I trace the place where you used to rest,
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
fingertips ghosting over absence,
over the quiet unraveling of us.
The walls still hum with your breath,
low and distant, like a song I can’t forget.
I close my eyes,
but the melody lingers.
You were the storm I stood in willingly,
arms outstretched, waiting to drown.
And now, only echoes remain—
a silhouette in the doorway,
a whisper in the dust.
I tell myself I am free of you,
but even in my solitude,
I still speak your name.
#abuse
#addiction
#nightmares
#sadness
#SelfHarm
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1 Comment
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
6th Feb 2025 1:05pm
29 Days
It’s been 29 days—
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
29 mornings where I wake up
without shame choking my breath,
without a hangover pressing against my skull
like a cruel reminder of failure.
But God, I miss it sometimes—
the numbness,
the soft erasure of everything
that hurt too much to carry.
It calls to me still,
a gentle voice with sharp teeth.
"Come back," it whispers.
"You know I’ll hold you better
than hope ever could."
And I almost believe it.
Almost.
Because there are nights
when...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#PTSD
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2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
6th Feb 2025 11:36am
whiskey’s ghost
I remember you
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
my enemy
my confidant
your call from the bottom of empty bottles
in the clink of ice against glass
you whisper in moments of weakness
your melody competin with newfound harmonies
your absence a wound
slowly healin
as long as I remember
not to fill it with salt
formin scars of resilience
tender to the touch of temptation
your voice is fadin…
a ghost in the midst
of a thousand relapse dreams
where I wake with the taste of guilt
and almost mistakes on my tongue
moments of clarity run...
#addiction
#alcohol
#healing #MentalHealth
#healing #MentalHealth
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2 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:46am
6th Feb 2025 8:46am
Self medication
Dear triss
i hate the number written on your body,
i hate your fat filled arms,
i hate your chunky thighs,
i hate your bulky cheeks,
I hate your need for food,
I hate your love for booze
i hate your wish for bones
And
i
i hate your lust for blood
i hate the number written on your body,
i hate your fat filled arms,
i hate your chunky thighs,
i hate your bulky cheeks,
I hate your need for food,
I hate your love for booze
i hate your wish for bones
And
i
i hate your lust for blood
#addiction
#dark
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
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